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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Guest Post & Giveaway: "Game Misconduct" by Bianca Sommerland

Lets welcome Bianca Sommerland to Romance Book Junkies. She is here to do a guest post on her Blog Tour.

Plight of the Puck Bunny

How can you write about hockey without adding a bunny
or two? These ambitious women as much a part of the sport as soccer balls. No,
you didn't read that wrong. Soccer balls are often used for warm up, can be
found at almost any game, and are often seen being pounded against the wall.

In reality, puck bunnies can be a serious issue for
both the players and their families. Fortunately, I write erotic romance and
can dilute the impact in the stories—though I may eventually throw in a rabid
bunny just to see how the Delgado sisters handle her

So, for potential Dartmouth Cobra puck bunnies, how
would you go about scoring with one of those big, sexy players who share some
very appealing kinks. The most obvious is take a trip to the BDSM club, Blades
& Ice, owned by the general manager and frequented by most of the players.
You have heard of it, right?

Research is the key to success, girl! You DO NOT want
to walk into that club unless you're very comfortable with the edgier kind of
play. The owner, Dean Richter, keeps the rough stuff right out in the open to
scare little bunnies away. If you're not intimidated, go for it!

Otherwise, there are easier ways to go about it.

Staying at the hotel where the guys are staying is a
popular one. Pop into their room with beer, looking all cute in nothing but the
team's jersey and some fuck-me shoes is a good start. As a proud puck bunny,
you know their schedule and are prepared in advance with conversation that
natural revolves around their favourite subject. Hockey? You're warm. Hockey
players are still men and they like having their egos stroked. The only problem
is you're likely to burst into a room containing more men than any woman can
handle on her own. Just imagine chatting it up with the man with the dreamy
eyes, while the man with the huge hands plays with your hair, and the man with
the skilled fingers massages your feet, your calves, working all the way up to
. . .

Yeah, I'm not seeing a downside either. But some of
you are looking for an intimate, one-on-one experience. Adding a notch to your
lipstick case feels like an accomplishment. Adding five or ten . . . well,
there's no judging on Team Puck Bunny, so if gang bangs are your thing, we wish
you all the best!

Last, but not least is a method from a puck bunny
crafty enough to be included in Game Misconduct. And no, I'm not talking about
Oriana. The men like calling her 'bunny' to tease her, but she's a hockey blue
blood, so I don't think that counts. The bunny I'm talking about cleverly
cornered a rookie during a break from a night practice and went straight for
what she wanted. Her efforts give her bragging rights, and she earns points for
her bold approach.

Here's an excerpt to show you what I mean. I've also
included some of Oriana's interactions with a player to show you what not to do
. . . well, unless you already have the distinct advantage of having a player
already in love with you.

The odds of that happening are slim, but never lose
hope, proud puck bunnies! Your knight in skates and shoulder pads is out there
somewhere! And you'll have a whole lot of fun while hunting him down! ;)

Even on the
small screen, she could make him out. Max Perron, number 40. A close-up of his
face after a sweet slap-shot sent tiny wings aflutter in her stomach.
Sun-kissed ocean eyes glowed in a wickedly handsome face. Beautiful . . . even
more so up close, filled with heat. And she hadn't seen them in so long, not in
person, not in any way that mattered, since the day he brought her flowers for
her birthday and she'd told him their friendship was a bad idea. She'd ignored
every call from him for what seemed like forever. Ignored them until they
stopped coming.

A shriek
pierced through the sounds blasting in her ears and brought her back to the
present. She took out the earbuds.

"Tyler!
Oh, I can't believe it's really you!"

The shrill cry came from a young woman dressed
in a huge jersey who stepped out of the shadowed alcove halfway down the ramp
on the side of the forum. The players came out of there after practices or
games and fans would lay in wait to get a glimpse of their heroes. But Oriana
had a feeling this girl was more than a fan.

Tyler Vanek,
one of the rookies brought up from the farm team the year before, stopped short
and leaned an elbow on the brick wall beside the parking garage entrance,
trying to look smooth.

"Hey.
And you are . . . ?" His lips curved and his cheeks, soft and freshly
shaven, glowed under the bare bulb that flashed on overhead. He raked his
fingers through his tight, blond curls, and his eyes traveled over the girl as
she hopped on her spiky, red heels.

The poise of
a man, with the expression of a little boy eager to get his hand in the cookie
jar. Maybe he didn't know who the
girl was, but he'd clearly figured out enough to like his chances.

What did Max call them again? Oh,
yeah, Puck Bunnies.
Oriana smirked when the girl leapt forward with a little shriek. Appropriate.

Vanek braced
and caught her before she could knock them both over. "Wow. You're
feisty."

Ya think? Oriana stuffed her phone in her book
bag and took out her sunglasses. The last dying sunrays had barely crested the
city skyline, but she slipped the glasses on anyway. A sidestep up the sidewalk
out of their line of sight put her in the perfect position to observe without
seeming to. Not because she was into . . . watching
or anything, but she was curious to see how far it would go.

Most of the
players would offer a signature and gently detach themselves. The rookie
obviously didn't know better. Bunny's lucky day.

Clinging to
his shirt, the blond Jessica-Rabbit-lookalike rubbed one leg up his thigh.
"Can we go somewhere?"

"I
can't, I gotta get back." Vanek groaned as her hand disappeared between
their bodies. "But here's good."

With his
back against the wall, he watched her get on her knees.

Oriana let
out a huff of disgust and spun away from the pair. Then checked her watch. The
spindly silver hands didn't move.

Stupid
batteries.

Groans from
below set her teeth on edge. Peeking at the lusty pair, she blushed. How could
they do that out in the open? Loud
slurps had passers-by glancing their way and doubling their pace. Vanek's baby
face screwed up, and he clenched his hands in the girl's hair as she bobbed her
head faster and faster. An old man slowed and took a good long look at the show
before giving Oriana a toothless grin.

Cheeks
blazing, she crossed her arms over her chest and faced the street. The image of
another man getting sucked off by a girl on her knees played like porn on the
big screen of her mind. She pressed her eyes shut and tried to force the images
out of her head. Vanek's grunts brought them back.

What she'd
witnessed in the alley had haunted her for nights after.

You made the right choice. Forget it.

But she
couldn't. The way she felt about Max
wouldn't go away. She might not want the kind of wild life Max lived, but her
heart didn't care.

Bianca is going to be giving away a ebook copy of her book to one lucky commenter just remember to leave your email address so I can contact you if you win. This giveaway is International and ends on 2/15.

She is also giving away a $20 Amazon gift card at the end of her tour using all the comments received during the tour.

Bianca, you have done it again- another taste of the story. Puck Bunnies- love it- I am little out of the age range, but I certainly would not mind a cub-player, having his way with me.I cannot wait til this book releases:)))))))))